I came back from a late nightnwith my friends you were out of town.nSo I took off my shoes and I took off my coatnand I took a look around.nnLooked at all the book shelvesnjust like I like to do.nAnd I saw a little notensome other girl wrote to you.nnIt said Baby, baby would you read a poem I picked for you?nI know you're sensitive but would you think about my boobs?nnNow what am I to do,nwhen I feel so much love for you?nI wish that I could be strongernbut I get scared that my love will not do.nnNow I do not want to be that girlnthat cries at every turn.nBut I can't ignore the hurtnthat makes me burn.nnSo please do be patient with me,nI know I can have a bit of jealousy.nBut I promise you, I'll make it up to you in return.nnSo baby, baby would you read a poem I picked for you?nWould you think of me and not some other girls boobs?nnNow what am I to do, when I feel so much love for you?nI wish that I could be stronger but I get scarednthat my love will not do.nYeah, I get scared that my love will not do.